The Wellbeing Farm

The Mighty Cowley’s & the Party with Frills.

This story I can’t try to tell. I would never be able to do it justice. All I can ask is that you read the Cowley’s story from Becky’s beautiful blog: Diary of a Fat Bottomed Girl. It is one of the most eloquent and searingly honest things you will ever read. When I see a new post from Becky, I read it without fail. Her blog is a finalist in the Brit Mum’s Brilliance in Blogging Awards 2017 in the Inspire category. I hope she wins.

On their eleventh wedding anniversary they held their Party with Frills up at The Wellbeing Farm, which was the perfect setting. They marked the occasion with a handfasting ceremony; which was my first and sincerely hope not my last. The ceremony was poignant and meaningful; the perfect way to honour their marriage.

This day has stayed with me because it’s made me think long and hard. I’m not sure that I’ll ever know what it is to love to this depth or magnitude. I would like to sincerely thank the Mighty Cowley’s and all your family and friends for including me in what was such an amazing day. It was both emotional and filled with laughter. It was my honour to be there: thank you.

As Becky and Chris’ friends and family tied the cords around their hands this is what was said. Suddenly, you realise what it is that matters:

“In many times, rings were only for the very rich, while love knows no such bounds. The cords are not permanent, but perishable, as a reminder that all things of the material eventually return to the earth, unlike the bond & connection that is love, which is eternal.

These are the hands of your best friend as you promise to continue to love each other today, tomorrow and always.

These are the hands that hold you when fear or grief fills your mind.

These are the hands that bring strength and comfort.

These are the hands that have cherished you through the years

These are the hands that lovingly hold your children, Lily and Sam, the hands that hold the mighty Cowleys together.

These are the hands that are squeezed when you share a joke, hands that bring laughter.

These are the hands that lead you from darkness to stand in the light.